Ice Tracks

Sheida Shahramian

Summary:

I moved to Canada from Iran 14 years ago, and I did my best to learn as much as I could about my new homeland – new language, new culture, new laws – but nowhere did I come across a reference to freezing rain. Early one morning, I slipped and fell, and I found out all about it. I still remember the cracking sound my head made as it hit the pavement. I thought I was the only one who had learned about this weird phenomenon the hard way until I shared my story with some friends who had recently made Canada their home.

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